CHAPTER#128

Tink screamed into Ratu's mouth, and the sparks changed color, racing both into Mike and the naga. He tried to pump himself back into Tink once more, but Tink had bounced off of him completely, leaving his cock exposed.

Ratu mounted him again, lightning and heat flowing along her body as she fought for her next orgasm. Disgruntled, Tink mounted Mike once more, sliding her soaking wet pussy toward his face. He grabbed her ass and pulled her the rest of the way, his tongue eagerly lapping up both of their juices.

Leaning back, Ratu grabbed Tink by the horn and pulled her head down to her crotch. Mike was bent just right and Tink was able to lick at the naga's clit while she swiveled her hips on him. When her orgasm came, it blasted through all three of them, causing the magical sparks to swirl through them like a storm.

Swearing in another language, Ratu's legs melded together and her lower half wrapped around Mike, pinning him in place. He grunted, then gasped for air as he pumped a load into her as well, his stomach tightening up so much that he thought his lower ribs had cracked.

Ratu screamed when Tink shifted and bit into her upper thigh, another orgasm ripping through her. Her vagina tensed up, forcing Mike's tongue and his earlier load out.

"Oh god, I yield! Parlay!" He held up his hands in the universal sign of a time out, but it was no good. Ratu nearly crushed his lower half with her snake body as she fought hard through her third orgasm, finally letting out a cry of relief that dispersed the magic into the air. Tink threw herself off of his torso, clawing her way toward the edge of the bed to escape the effect of his magic.

"Ratu, please!" he begged. Her tail had circled his abdomen and was now moving across his rib cage. When she looked at him, she had a dangerously predatory look to her eye.

"Oh, how exciting." A sly grin crossed her face, and then she saw that her lower half had expanded to take up nearly half the bed. "Looks like I lost control a little bit."

"Yeah..." Mike sighed in relief when she withdrew, savoring the sensation of blood flow to his legs again. Ratu slid off of him, her fingers catching a large gob of his come in one hand.

"This is is interesting." She smelled it first, then tasted it with a forked tongue.

"Is something... wrong with my... load?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." She licked it off her fingers, sucking them dry. "There's a tremendous amount of magic inside of it."

"Like, life essence or whatever?" He couldn't think straight right now.

"That too. You said you were tapped out, but were able to generate quite a bit of energy through the act of coitous. How interesting." She moved off to the side and snuggled in near his armpit. "If I didn't know better, I would say that was my magic inside of it."

"That doesn't make sense. Why would your magic be in my..." he lost himself in the light in her eyes, and couldn't help but match her grin. "You know what? Never mind. I'll let you explain first and ask questions later."

"Thank you." She traced her finger along his ribs. "Your magic is like the tide. It ebbs and flows, and can carry things away and toss them up on the shore. As we shared each other's bodies, your magic mixed with mine."

"I guess that makes sense. What about Tink?" He looked over to see that she was out cold on her belly.

"She doesn't have magic, not like you or I do. How do you feel?"

"Tired."

"Still sore?"

"Um..." he tested his free arm. "Not as bad, actually."

"In the same way I or others can draw magic from your essence, you have been drawing magic from us. But I think it goes beyond that. I've been thinking about what happened during your fight with the Jabberwock. You manifested abilities that you shouldn't have access to, very specific ones."

He nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Tell me, have you had sex with the banshee before?"

"A few times."

"Interesting. These sparks of yours. Did you use them then?"

"Yeah, but they weren't mine, they were Cecilia's. Naia thinks they rubbed off on me somehow."

"Oh. OH!" Ratu sat up, staring off into the distance. "When you first had sex with Cecilia, I imagine there were difficulties? Banshees weren't built for breeding, after all."

"Yeah, it was weird. The sparks started crawling all over me and her clothes wouldn't let me remove them." He thought back to their first encounter. "But does that matter?"

"Magic is a mysterious power, but the biggest rule of magic I would share with any apprentice is that magic relies heavily on intent and conveying that intent through actions. Do you ever wonder why gods used to demand sacrifices and such? It's not like tossing a virgin in a volcano suddenly suffused them with power. Rather, the idea that their followers would be willing to give one of their own to the gods helped complete the pact, or activate latent magic. That raw power needs a focus, somewhere to go, and any sort of ritual helps direct that power."

"I don't understand. What are you trying to say?"

Ratu let out a small laugh. "I won't pretend to fully understand the ramifications of the soul swap that Naia does with you. However, I suspect that when you attempted to couple with Cecilia, your whole body was suffused with ancient fae magic. All of that energy without a focus, like a bomb without its trigger. What happened immediately afterword?"

"Uh..." he thought back a bit to his first week in the house. "She disappeared, and I went to the bathroom to... Naia helped me finish." His cheeks burned at the admission, remembering how the magic had swept back and forth between them when he came. "It created a weird feedback loop."